A Teachers Convention to Remember

Well here it is, my first post. This comes via my cell phone as I still have yet to pay for internet sevice I really don't wish to pay for. Something is still clinging on to me saying you could live in an attic again on the floor with no bed..so save your money and use the computers at school during your work day and ha no worries then you'll be forced to get all your work done at school and never have to take your work home with you. Well what I am coming to realize is that the children, no matter how much I try to clear my mind so I can simply order some fast food at the drive through window without thinking about a child it is nearly impossible...and they never leave your mind, even in your sleep. It is quite exhausting really.

So this weekend (at the montessori public school convention) I had a flood of emotions I tucked away re-enter my body. Why? Well I saw the people responsible for failing me in my masters program that I missed by 1.6 points. This story is really for another time because I can't possibly write this all on my cell phone. Regardless it seems as though their energies took all pleasure I was going to have here away when I saw them. It took all the control in my bodily form to not react to the presence of these heartless people. What do you do when you are standing next to the person you never wanted to see again in your life and they are smiling right at you? How does one not react or become passive aggressive? I don't know but maria montessori and her ghostly spirit took over my body and I reacted unlike anyone would expect a person to in this "state of mind." Then something miraculous happened...

Earlier that day I had been obseved by roughly ten people coming into my classroom. One of these ten people was an extremely important person in this professional montessori world. This person (who I had no idea came into my room and observed my children) came up to me at the conference to comment on what she saw in my classroom. (Please make note that she approached me at the moment I noticed the two people afforementioned ) and in front of them said: "your classrooom is beautiful."

This simple recognition gave me a moment of extraordinary clarity. I was being recognized for my work with children by this person in the ears reach of the people who tried and succeeded in granting me failure in my program.

No one can ever take that moment away from me, ijustice was merely served (minus the $20,000 I now owe in loans) and that is all I could ever ask in this world: for justice to be served and that fighting for it comes in many different shapes and forms, staying peaceful and silent served me justice papers today and I now have an invaluable, personal experience to share with my children and hopefully empower them to work for justice and peace in their life as well.

the story is not over.... as I walked to my car located on viliet in the dark, cold, milwaukee night I noticed it was broken into and my dashboard was torn apart and title to my car and CD player stolen. I felt no anger, no sadness, and no regret for parking my cra where I did. I thought (well honestly I got in the car and booked it out of that area asap) but the first thoughts that came to my head were that I am teaching in the right place and right time in history...I do have a beautiful classroom with beautiful children and I will not let them enter society where they feel failure is something holding them back from success but rather out of failure can come success and passion for life and all humanity. The people that stole my things have experienced failure and sucummbed to failure. I will succeed at promoting my part of peace and humainty on this world and I hope to inspire my children to do the same. Failure will come to them, but their actions based on their failures will hopefully emulate those that came over my body today.

This is my first year teaching journey as it unfolds.